Balaclava
Running off over next doors gardenBefore the hour is doneIt's more a question of feelingThan it is a question of funThe confidence is the balaclavaI'm sure you'll baffle 'em goodWill the ending reek of salty cheeksAnd runny makeup alone
Or will blood run down the faceOf a boy bewildered and scornedAnd you'll find yourself in a skirmishAnd you wish you'd never been bornAnd you tie yourself to the tracksAnd there isn't no going backAnd it's wrong wrong wrongBut we'll do it anyway cause we love a bit of trouble
Are you pulling her from a burning buildingOr throwing her to the sharksCan only hope that the ending is as pleasurable as the startThe confidence is the balaclava, i'm sure you baffle 'em straightAnd its wrong wrong wrong, she can hardly wait
That's right, he won't let her out his sightNow the shaggers performAnd the daggers are drawnWho's the crooks in this crime?
That's right, he won't let her out his sightNow the shaggers performAnd the daggers are drawnWho's the crooks in this....Crime!
That's right, he wont let her out his sightThat's right, he wont let her out his sightThat's right, he wont let her out his sight
You'll be able to post any day of the mostFor the sights of all time
You knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kissQuiet and assuming but you heard that they were the naughtiestShe pleaded with you to take it offBut you resisted and foughtSorry sweetheart, I'd much rather keep on the balaclava.